The moon is giving me the light to at least stand... Hold on still silly girl, I'm sorry but it's not your time yet.

In this cage I pledge for the unknown 'then', I can't stop thinking the things that have been in my mind for so much time. And there's nothing I missed considering about the whole situation, at least what seems to be as important to considerate as to prostrate myself to the world. Any way, I'm part of it, such as what made my reality this way. It's a never-ending shit, and this I know because of the people itself telling each other that it happens all the time to everyone, and those words are the stakes that scratch my body and so my spirit.

The worst thing is that I know, I'm conscious about the fact that I could do better, I am capable, so much better, I just don't feel it as what should be made, as what I want to do, as the way I'm going to walk, even though I know I'm not able to finish that side of the road, just because.